The Greengrocer : A 1950s lesbian domination encounter at the village fruit and vegetable shop. (Brief Encounters Book 3)

“It’s huge.” I replied handling and immediately realising that I was caressing it like it was a phallic object.

Iris moved in quickly and kissed me. It was rushed, impetuous and wonderfully soft as her full lips pushed against mine.

I pulled back, but she was not to be thwarted and pressed home her advances, kissing me harder and pulling me into an embrace. I knew I should fight back and resist, but my body wouldn’t obey me and I felt myself kissing her back as fervently as she kissed me.

What kind of a wife allows herself to be seduced by the greengrocer? I thought to myself, trying to recover some decorum, but losing.

Before long we were kissing and fondling each other like teenagers. I could feel my nipples harden and push against the unforgiving cups of my corsellete and the gusset of my knickers dampen as my nectar began to flow.
Great sex can happen anywhere, anytime and with anyone, or sometimes, anything. Some even say their most memorable and intensely satisfying sexual encounters are with strangers.

Brief encounters is a series of short, erotic stories about brief sexual encounters between strangers in unusual places.

Excerpt from the Greengrocer

“I have wanted to do that for so long.” Whispered Iris in my ear between kisses.

“But its so wrong Iris, I am a married woman.” I protested weakly holding her tightly.

“I don’t care, I want to do wicked things to you Mrs Gray. Things that you will still dream of when you are old.” She said wishfully.

With one hand round my waist holding my tight, she pulled my skirts and petticoats up and pushed her hand into the crotch of my knickers, rubbing me expertly and turning me weak with desire.